By Allison Blair
I was born with the heart of a poet,
But the soul of a coward.
It’s not a trait you want to inherit.
Consumed by the crushing weight of fear
Sitting on my chest; I’m paralyzed.
My heart is left shattered and crystalized,
As I am controlled by some puppeteer.
There’s no beauty in this melancholy.
The feeling of terror looms in the shadows of my dreams.
There are no tears left, only the screams of anguish.
My every move is dictated by strings.
I came into this world with my fate sealed,
Destined to never be sane.
A natural predisposition for pain
Seems to be all I am blessed with.
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